Words have a silly little power. They make stuff.

A lot of stuff.

She’d been told in the fourth grade never to use the word stuff, because that’s what you filled teddy bears with. But in her opinion, words were like that too, because that’s what you filled yourself with, stuff.

And that’s what you kept around you, stuff, and words, so that you could communicate more stuff. About the stuff you have in your home, the stuff you did with your friends, the stuff you had for dinner, and the stuff you’ve got on your mind, stuff.

It was much easier then to deal with stuff when everything was just stuff. And that kind of thinking suited her fine.

It wasn’t like anyone really cared about stuff, because they're just stuff. Making stuff easy to keep around- Never amounting to any more (or any less) than stuff... so as long as you stuff, why get rid of  it?

Because if anyone ever took away any of that stuff, she would only too soon realize, that stuff was ever only stuff.